Junior DA's and gavel crackers frequent by day. Bohemian lovebirds make it pop with cool after dark.
Family-style Chinese dinners. Just the place to announce that new dragon tat.
Ground-zero Downtown LA factory location of ubiquitious "Gap for hipsters." Avoid Dov Charney on the prowl, in his natural habitat of sleaze.
Little Tokyo outpost of ubiquitous "Gap for hipsters."
Go deep downtown to learn some Italian and maybe some co-ed.
Candlelight and booths in four rooms of 'who cares' style for local artists being squeezed East.
Wildly open downtown space featuring old school kicks with new education designs.
Get your French toast in a "point of historical interest."
Hot crowd descends on this barrio's lost Holiday Inn for food that borrows everyone's best.
Glam, sexy kitsch haven for ruggedly handsome gearheads and the dolls that ride with them.
Ultra-trendy tapas and by the glass vintages for winos who play as architects by day.
All class inside, posh, with just enough eccentricity to keep conversation flowing amongst a diverse gathering.
Specialty coffees not your average mud. Weathered brick walls inside feature local artists, outside walls give killer graf.
Mime-free Arcadian glass box below Central Library.
Quick-service Mexican. But expensive and decidedly not a truck.
Jet fuel strength margaritas, festive South o' border atmosphere and a mix of tourists, post-work financiers, Downtown-fleeing artists and Latin Eastsiders.
Divier than Greg Louganis. Cheap drinks, a cheaper dance floor and a golden Garrett Morris.
Room is casually elegant like the Napa Valley fare. Easy on the eyes grown-up clienetele are here for work, but not working much while still able to afford hits from the wine list.
Yes, this grand Yucatan cuisine is better than Senor Frog's.
Newest boutique to hit the up and coming fashion/thinking forward area past the dragon gateway.
Arroyo + Manzke = heaven in the mouth.
Jacket required, fancy-pants. Cicada might refer to the only sound you'll hear on quiet weeknights.
Those tuxedoed old-timers clearly ventured downtown specifically for this meal, not the open-air crack market.
A grab-bag of disparate and perfectly crafted Latin breakdowns, like if Manu Chao was an upscale restaurant.
Come just to see worshipped Frontierland wooden digs, chapel and 20-foot waterfall. Then grab udon elsewhere.
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